Mondays, Mullets and Modernization

Have you ever spent an entire weekend doing absolutely nothing productive? Well, that was my weekend. Around nine last night it dawned on me that I hadn't bothered getting dressed.

I'm such a slacker.

It doesn't matter though, I'm on thirty hours this week, leaving at three Monday through Friday. I'll have plenty of time to get stuff done.. at home anyway.

Everyone in town is all a buzz over the new gas pumps going in down at the Pump n' Go. I asked the Amazon if we could use our debit cards outside now and she said, "When I said they were modern pumps, I meant 1983 modern." The old ones had to be replaced because when gas prices skyrocketed last summer, they went beyond the numbers on the price dial on the pumps and you can't buy new ones anymore. I think the ones they had were the originals from 1962.. or whenever.

Lulu and I had a shock when we got to the Asylum this morning. Thelma's had the same frost n' tip mullet for at least 15 years now, but today it's dyed brown and coiffed.. sort of.. but still spiky in the back. I'm afraid to go in there and talk to her, worried I'll be too distracted and catch myself staring.

I hope she's finally realized that it's been time to let go of the mullet for about a decade.

Anywho... it's the first of the month so I can't enter any orders until accounting does their thing. I think I'm going to go attack the giant, leaning stack of closed orders that's teetering dangerously on the edge of my desk.

Ya'll have a good Monday.

Later Taters!